i genuinely might have to write a short story or two that's just Iza-Kova and her crew. i improvised myself into characterization that i really quite like.
"Mmm, it's easier to show than tell. Do you trust me?" She laid a hand gently on my wrist, surprisingly warm to the touch, and my heart fluttered a bit (college, touch-starved, keep it together Cass).
"Yes," I said genuinely and without hesitation. Why I trusted her so readily I didn't know, but somehow I did. The wall screen behind her showed the words 'commencing simulation,' and as she pulled me into a brief, chaste kiss, everything changed.
It felt for a moment like
swimming in fractal foldspace,
like geometries filtering through my very core,
and in that instant of balance I knew why the ship had wings.
I had enough experience to be familiar with new neurons entering my system from external interface, and this was something like that. Then she pulled back, breaking the kiss, and my perception was three-dimensional again.
